Thud: Above, Semester the Last
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leahbobetMay 13, 2008 Progress Notes:
Above
Words today: 1100.
Words total: 34,650 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: It's late! Agh!
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Two pears, two bananas, one mango. I did groceries today. *g*
Darling du Jour: The fire takes its mouth first. It don't struggle while the fire eats it up, head to tips of the fingers to toes, and gutters out on the busted tile floor. It don't scream either, and the stream of shadow fades, fire spreading in an arcing star through the room and then nothing, silence. A painting of black ash.
Words Matthew Won't Admit to Knowing: He didn't really balk at anything new tonight.
Mean Things: Evil asylum. Some backstory for one character that's...really, really bad if it's true.
Research Roundup: Diagnosing catatonia, androgynous baby names, forced gender reassignment surgery.
Books in progress: Jeffrey Ford, The Physiognomy, textbooks.
The glamour: Class, dishes, and groceries. Although we got to cap it off with a backrub.
Started the summer courses yesterday -- Topics in Shakespeare, the specific topic being treason, and The Short Story. So this is sort of Shakespeare Deathmarch 2008, only at about half-speed and less deathy since I read half these plays last summer. I did reread Richard II this afternoon in case. Couldn't hurt to be fresh, and I am reasonably confident that the workload here will not get so heavy that my brain will be taxed to the point of no writing. So we try to make it a more regular habit than once a week, I think. Right brain? Right.
Bed, now. There's Shakespeare to march on tomorrow.
Above
Words today: 1100.
Words total: 34,650 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: It's late! Agh!
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Two pears, two bananas, one mango. I did groceries today. *g*
Darling du Jour: The fire takes its mouth first. It don't struggle while the fire eats it up, head to tips of the fingers to toes, and gutters out on the busted tile floor. It don't scream either, and the stream of shadow fades, fire spreading in an arcing star through the room and then nothing, silence. A painting of black ash.
Words Matthew Won't Admit to Knowing: He didn't really balk at anything new tonight.
Mean Things: Evil asylum. Some backstory for one character that's...really, really bad if it's true.
Research Roundup: Diagnosing catatonia, androgynous baby names, forced gender reassignment surgery.
Books in progress: Jeffrey Ford, The Physiognomy, textbooks.
The glamour: Class, dishes, and groceries. Although we got to cap it off with a backrub.
Started the summer courses yesterday -- Topics in Shakespeare, the specific topic being treason, and The Short Story. So this is sort of Shakespeare Deathmarch 2008, only at about half-speed and less deathy since I read half these plays last summer. I did reread Richard II this afternoon in case. Couldn't hurt to be fresh, and I am reasonably confident that the workload here will not get so heavy that my brain will be taxed to the point of no writing. So we try to make it a more regular habit than once a week, I think. Right brain? Right.
Bed, now. There's Shakespeare to march on tomorrow.
